A relentless attack, like a glacier, delicate and old, filled with ancient air giving wisdom to the speedier kinds. With all of your pace you seemed to have forgotten the trees. They talk to each other using communicative devices unknown to eyes, those perfect circles that can only fixate on what is in front of them. Predator eyes are in the front, prey eyes are more spread out to ensure you can see your enemy coming. Having no enemies now, we have drifted towards creating reality, a new predator, while our eyes have never adapted. Ancient beings never knew about glaciers, never heard of something that moves, freezes, thaws, repeats, glistens, flips, traps, manipulates, dictates, and never dies. Throw rocks at a glacier and you will see how resilient something with every tone of white can be.

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